Magno Girl by Joe Canzano

When a Manhattan
pizza maker is found dead in his own dough, Magno Girl enlists the aid of her
biker ninja boyfriend to help solve the crime – and quickly discovers there’s
more to the pie than meets the eye, including a sinister plot that spans the
globe.

Magno Girl leaps into action. After all, she can fly, she
can fight, and she can use her fearsome superpower, the “Gaze of the Guilt,” to
bring a hardened criminal to his knees. But the road ahead is hard. The city’s
other superheroes despise her, and the cops don’t want her around, and her own
mom won’t stop spitting out advice about marrying a “respectable guy” and
trading in her crime-fighting career for a baby carriage—but is she attracted
to “respectable guys”? And is she interested in emotional commitment? And will
finding real love be her biggest challenge of all?

Welcome to the world of Magno Girl, an absurd place
filled with humor, action, and romance.

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Magno Girl
stared across the windswept roof. Her lips shimmered in the moonlight like a
couple of beer-soaked cherries. From the depths of Manhattan below came
the clanging sound of a city that was never satisfied.

Was she
thinking about me? I was desperate to know.

I took a deep
breath. “Mags, when can I see you again?”

She stared at
me with those vivid green eyes. Her black hair, streaked with savage shades of
crimson, billowed in the hot summer breeze.

“I’ll be
around,” she said. Then she looked away. “I have to warn you, Ron. I’m not very
good at relationships.”

I grinned.
“That’s just one more thing we have in common.”

“Also, I
don’t want to do any commercials for soft drinks. That’s definitely out.”

“No
problem—the soft drinks can slide. What else?”

“Well, since
you asked, I’d like to fight some crime. I’ve discovered an evil plot, and my
superpowers might not be enough to handle it. Things could get crazy and
absurd.”

“Hey, I want
to help you with that. I’m totally on board!”

She smiled.
“Okay, call me tomorrow. I’ve got a job for you.”

“Count me
in.”

I puffed out
my chest and stepped toward her, wanting to wrap my arms around her sleek body
and kiss her long and hard—but she saw it coming, and she put out her hand and
stopped me. She leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

It was
something, and it was good. My whole body felt electric.

“Just tell me
what you need, Mags. Anything.”

There was a
spark in her eye. “Sometimes I need to be left alone. We’ll talk soon.”

She leapt from
the roof, her powerful body snapping like a switchblade as she dove into the
death-black valley of bricks, glass, and steel. I briefly envied her ability to
fly and then took the stairs to the street. I hopped on my chopper and rode to
the liquor store.

I woke up
alone the next day, with the morning sky vomiting its sunshine through the
grimy window of my EastVillage apartment. I
groped around for my phone and found it under a pile of empty beer cans. I
fumbled a bit and finally made the call.

“Hi, Mags.
It’s me.”

“Hi, Ron. Can
you meet me somewhere?”

She sounded
friendly, and for a second I felt like I was floating. But as usual, there
wasn’t much talk.

“Any place
you want. Did you eat breakfast?”

“Yeah, but
it’s noon, so I guess
we can eat lunch. I’m over on St. Mark’s.”